歌詞
She from the '90s
Brown sugar and conscious simpin, maxi dress, waves is glistenin
Blue Jean make 'em flop like Hamidou Diallo's contract
No house floor, she got carpets
Move to Camden, she's apartments
Threw a party after her kid, she wasn't a mom yet
I read recess and deism
We not bobbin, we weavin
We go to Barclay's and be seated and see the Sadies and Ethan
Beacon of Frankincense
Kill-block, crinkled the wrinkled
She whip Mercedes and she been singin"If You Let Me Stay"
Latin percussion and trunk sincopado
Meerente, residente anglophiles and demótimo
Organic chocolate-selling babies from Indonesia
The BWAs said to me"Hoes exotic"
I'm like"Who needs 'em?"
You can save those bad broads for the Playboy mansion
Two hands, snowy cover-alled, long Vines or campin
Know they barely: Want me, halfway (Say) wear the package
But I'll bury my last paycheck in my basement (Oh, wow)
(Shoobedoodoobee)
I've been staying up
(Shoobedoodoobee)
I don't do enough
(Shoobedoodoobee)
That I've been seein, no, no
(Shoobedoodoobee) (Woo)
(Shoobedoodoobee)
I been stayin' up (Sayin' that I'm)
(Shoobedoodoobee)
I don't think I do enough
(Shoobedoodoobee)
We gon' make those lazy days alive
Sittin' on a toast to the good days
Peanut butter with no jelly, long weeks
Sanding down a piece of wood to make a seat
Brown Deer Park, those days aren't comin' back (Woo)
One hand on the wheel, no watch, feet raised
In a pickup dark, gettin' head like cheesesteak
Crank Pulitzer-winning thermogenesis writing dissertation and meeting the parents 'cause
Lazy days are ending now
Written by: Kevin Gross
